we were there, the music was loud, and our feet were moving. those soft tunes hummed through the small house, and we swayed and turned to the beat. soft smiles and light giggles, we were so caught up in the moment. that small kitchen floor turned into a dance floor that night. you spun me around and I tripped over my feet so clumsily. you didn't mind my messy hair, or the fact that I could never dance gracefully. you laughed at me and only encouraged me by dancing even worse than I. our eyes were so bright that night, our smiles were so wide. I wish to press the replay button. take my hand, dance and spin me around. spin me until the world becomes a blur and we're left standing there without a care in the world. I want to dance the night away once more, I want to feel alive and free. let's go back to the start, let's light the candles and turn that speaker on. move the table love, and take my hand.. spin me around once more, let my hair fly. let's get these happy feet moving once more.
with love, t.
YOU ARE READING
opening up
Roman d'amourI've written all of these months prior to them being published- but I'm just now getting the strength to post them... feel free to interpret them however you must.
